Wowzas!
My vacation was mostly amazing. Four days camping, drinking and having all kinds of fun. I met amazing people and even commandeered a stage while a dj was playing and had a blast dancing my ass off up there.
My last night there I tripped on acid. I have only done it a few times and my first time was last year at the same festival. I was not ready for what happened and had a pretty bad trip. Alone... That is the one thing I do hate about doing acid. It makes me feel so alone in the world. I have yet to find that tripping partner in my life. I thought with so many people with me this year, I would be okay. Negatory. I still ended up by myself. I brought Sookie with me and she was amazing for such a young dog in that environment. She did keep me some company, but it wasn't the same.
This is where things got really bad.
I was sitting my tent hanging out with Sook, then I started hearing all kinds of crazy noises and screaming from the people around us. Some were even setting off fireworks and all kinds of crazy stuff. I saw her get a little nervous and freak out. I called her to me, but she just booked it out of the tent. I didn't see where she went. Already a bit unstable over being alone and emo about it, I really freaked out. I walked EVERYWHERE looking for her to no avail. I really start flipping out and thinking about how I am a failure in so many ways. I decided to stop crying and keep looking for her. I couldn't find any of the 10 people I came there with OR my dog. After over an hour of searching I found her with one of my friends. It turned out that they were outside of my tent calling Sookie to go hiking and wandering around with them, but I didn't hear that with all the other shit going on. Sookie watched them go and then decided to follow them after they were already 300 or so feet away, so ran to catch up.
Man, did I feel like an idiot. But really, how else was I supposed to act from how I saw it.
Chemicals man, they will fuck you up.
I am kinda happy that I am home, but not at the same time. I came home to find out that I pretty much got lied to and screwed over at work with me leaving. Even though they said they would make sure it didn't happen to me, now that my replacement is here I am going from pretty much full time to two maybe three days a week for the two months I am still here. Ummm, motherfuckers I am leaving so I can move to the Outer Banks. I NEED MY MONEY! Getting a second job is out of the question until my other car is fixed, which isn't as simple as I thought it would be at first.
I am ready to shoot myself in the face.
I am happy to be back here, I do love the catharsis that blogging offers at times. Sorry I have no pictures of my trip. I thought leaving the camera at home would be a good idea. Less stuff to keep track of or potentially lose... like my fucking debit card! ugh! I will definitely get around to it soon though. Walking around in 100 degree heat in a bikini and/or shorts for 4 days gave me a fucking KILLER tan
My vacation was mostly amazing. Four days camping, drinking and having all kinds of fun. I met amazing people and even commandeered a stage while a dj was playing and had a blast dancing my ass off up there.
My last night there I tripped on acid. I have only done it a few times and my first time was last year at the same festival. I was not ready for what happened and had a pretty bad trip. Alone... That is the one thing I do hate about doing acid. It makes me feel so alone in the world. I have yet to find that tripping partner in my life. I thought with so many people with me this year, I would be okay. Negatory. I still ended up by myself. I brought Sookie with me and she was amazing for such a young dog in that environment. She did keep me some company, but it wasn't the same.
This is where things got really bad.
I was sitting my tent hanging out with Sook, then I started hearing all kinds of crazy noises and screaming from the people around us. Some were even setting off fireworks and all kinds of crazy stuff. I saw her get a little nervous and freak out. I called her to me, but she just booked it out of the tent. I didn't see where she went. Already a bit unstable over being alone and emo about it, I really freaked out. I walked EVERYWHERE looking for her to no avail. I really start flipping out and thinking about how I am a failure in so many ways. I decided to stop crying and keep looking for her. I couldn't find any of the 10 people I came there with OR my dog. After over an hour of searching I found her with one of my friends. It turned out that they were outside of my tent calling Sookie to go hiking and wandering around with them, but I didn't hear that with all the other shit going on. Sookie watched them go and then decided to follow them after they were already 300 or so feet away, so ran to catch up.
Man, did I feel like an idiot. But really, how else was I supposed to act from how I saw it.
Chemicals man, they will fuck you up.
I am kinda happy that I am home, but not at the same time. I came home to find out that I pretty much got lied to and screwed over at work with me leaving. Even though they said they would make sure it didn't happen to me, now that my replacement is here I am going from pretty much full time to two maybe three days a week for the two months I am still here. Ummm, motherfuckers I am leaving so I can move to the Outer Banks. I NEED MY MONEY! Getting a second job is out of the question until my other car is fixed, which isn't as simple as I thought it would be at first.
I am ready to shoot myself in the face.
I am happy to be back here, I do love the catharsis that blogging offers at times. Sorry I have no pictures of my trip. I thought leaving the camera at home would be a good idea. Less stuff to keep track of or potentially lose... like my fucking debit card! ugh! I will definitely get around to it soon though. Walking around in 100 degree heat in a bikini and/or shorts for 4 days gave me a fucking KILLER tan
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And that video was great!